It was Halloween weekend, which is absolutely the best weekend on campus. All the fraternity and sorority houses throw big parties. And since they are within a block of each other, you could go to one party after another. My costume was the classic white suit John Travolta wore in Saturday Night Fever. I had a black shirt underneath opened up so you could...
Call me Bob. Call me Bob The Celebrity Ass-Licker. Yes that’s right. I am a 40 year old white man and I lick the assholes of famous women. Of course you’re thinking that I’m nuts and you’re thinking that if it’s true then I must have a disgusting job. The job would be disgusting if I licked the assholes of ugly female celebrities. But the fact of the m...
My husband and I have this silly little Christmas tradition, which we've observed every year since we married. Each Christmas Eve, Steve goes out for a drink with his mates while I get the girls round for a few cocktails. Then, around midnight, he comes home, dresses up in a ratty old Santa Claus outfit, creeps into the bedroom and, erm, gives me my first pr...
Things always happen for a reason... It had been over two weeks since Pete talked to Tim. They hadn't spoken since the Halloween party. He had waited long enough. If things were fucked up, it was time to straighten them out. He picked up the phone and called. The conversation was a little awkward at first, but then it smoothed out. After shooting the shi...
It was cold that day, colder than usual for October. I sat in my office, staring out the window at the ash colored sky, waiting for a client. Despite my current state, the work had been as brisk as the weather lately. The fall months always seem to start the bad times for relationships. Maybe it was the way the days always seemed gray, or the fact that peopl...
"So how was my dear husband, this time?" I asked my best friend Irena. "Fucking great!" she answered. "In every sense! How did you enjoy my husband?" "Bloody marvellous!" I said. "As always, of course." I'm Nisha and Irena is my best friend. We make quite a contrast. I am a typical Indian girl (though I was born in England and my parents were born in Ugan...
Ray walked onto the porch with another two bottles and handed her one. Ray said, "Well, too, the thing with my wife is that when all that happened I wasn't real proud of how I behaved, you know? I went nuts." Renee said, "Well, I bet! Can't blame you for that." He said, "No, well, it was really not cool, some of the stuff I pulled. Not cool at all. I fin...
Murphy intended to drive straight through, but at Pennsylvania's maximum speed limit of 55 mph, he soon realized it would be impossible. His stomach churned as he traveled at a snail's pace on the narrow highway that was bordered by continuous four-foot mounds of road-grime stained snow. The ugly plow dung reminded him of the truck-stop food he had ate earli...
This story occurred chronologically before my story "Not Lesbians," which also features Marilyn. While they are separate stories, I recommend reading this one first, as Mare has made further sexual progress by the time of the other story. I met this good-looking girl Marilyn in a Psychology class soon after I transferred to a different college my sophomore...
"Dae? What the heck kind of name is that for a writer?" Audrey and Stephen had just made love on a king size bed, careless that the occupants of the adjacent suite could hear them. They, too, had been fucking like there was no tomorrow the night before. Audrey rested her head on her boyfriend's chest. He had a point, thought Audrey, but staring at Stephen,...